The subtle touch of a flame-spitting combustion nozzle, much like that of a high-pressure geyser tube sucking water from the bay, is remarkably adept at clearing away cobwebs, cleansing the immediate environment, and encouraging non-paying customers to move it right along.
Posts published by “Junie Ginsburg”
11:32 am On a Tuesday Clockhaven, NB “Goose-tahv seven-dicks.” Junie squinted at the paper she was holding. “That can’t be right. Is that right? Am…
“I do believe, Miss Juniper, that the wind has shifted and our immolation is imminent.” “Tsk. Such a pity. And to think—I just acquired this…
“Welcome to the world,” he said wearily. “You get used to it after a while.”― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens
“NINJAS!” Brother Sevus sighed. “SPIES! INTERNATIONAL ESPIONAGE!” “Junie,” he said patiently. “HILLBILLIES!” “Junie!” he shouted. Junie narrowed her eyes and glared at him as a…
Following a long morning in the City Hall archives, Junie repaired to the bustling comfort of The Gangplank during the busy lunch rush. Longshoremen, deck…
It has been a long time since our last cooking competition here in New Babbage, so it is high time to fire up those cookstoves,…
She heard the door open and then close, but at the busiest time of day Junie didn’t have time to look and see who it…
“J, K, L, M…. yes, elephants go under ‘Mammals,’ then ‘Pachyderms,’ and…” Junie stood in the City Hall archive room, tapping her lower lip with…
